Mind Two is Dying...Probably

Mind Two:

So I am like 90% sure that I might die soon.  First, because I am sick.  And its not even a real sick. I am  not vomiting and seeing Jesus everytime I close my eyes. At least then I could go to the hospital and then they would pump me full of medication and I would be well again. No, it is just a cold. A lousy cold that will not go away no matter what I do. I have tried eating 5 packages of emergen-c in one day, putting Vicks on the bottom of my feet, taking vitamins, sleeping, and drinking 11 cups of orange juice. I love orange juice, but 11 cups in one day? Seriously? That is dedication for you.

p.s. Drinking that much orange juice will NOT cure your cold. It will only make you nauseous and make your little sister yell and scream and throw a tantrum because she really wanted some orange juice.

The second reason is I may have accidently eaten fish food. I have a pet fish, a blue beta named Jose-B (Jose died so my second fish got to be named after him), who I feed twice a day, for the most part. Sometimes I forget, but hey, who doesn't? Anyway, I usually feed him morning and night. Last night, I fed him and then I took my vitamin, whose container happens to be sitting right next to my fish food. This morning, I woke up in a total panic because I had dreamt that I had eaten the fish food and then died a horrible death. Then I got to thinking, what if I really did eat the fish food? Am I going to die? Or turn into a mermaid and be forced to wear a purple seashell bra and sing really great songs for the rest of my life??

You are probably thinking that I am retarded for not remembering if I ate the fish food or the vitamin. BACK OFF!! It was really late and I had like three different conversations going on through text. I am pretty sure I ate the vitamin, though.

Also, I was reading Hyperbole and a Half and she was talking about re-inventing the pain scale they use at hospitals. I decided my pain is like a combination of 4 and 5. It sucks, but death is not right around the corner. I probably have at least a month to live.

Mind one.
I've caught her sickness. I feel like I'm being actively mauled by  Jaws and also eating the hottest wings Hooters has to offer. Some one help me please...